You don't even want to call me godfather

After all, even he himself is like this. Just because he is the eldest son of the Cascade family, he should be the godfather. Birth determines destiny, and the script of life has been written from the beginning. This is indeed unfair.

And simply because of Koshe's recognition and appreciation of his abilities, Sheffield was willing to do everything for him.

To be honest, it's a bit pitiful.

"I...I made a dish for my godfather. When I didn't need to take care of the family business, I learned some unique dishes by myself." Sheffield held her hand for a long time before letting go. He handed the lunch box in his hand to Koshei, "I hope my godfather will like it."

"That's thoughtful, Sheffield."

Koshei didn't hesitate. He took the lunch box, untied the tablecloth and opened the lid.

At this time, everyone present, whether it was Rupert or Wolper, fell silent.

"Sheffield..." Koshe's mouth trembled. He looked at the things in the lunch box, raised his head with some doubt, and asked, "Can you tell me...what is this?"

"It's the new dish I tried to make for the first time, pasta with chocolate topping," Sheffield scratched his face a little embarrassedly, "Godfather...you are the first person who can taste it."

At this moment, Koshe's sympathy for Sheffield disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there was anger among the Syracusans.

Even Iris felt goose bumps on her back when she saw this dish that was enough to make all the Syracusans stare in amazement.

"Godfather...would you like to...try it first?"

Just when Koshe didn't know how to deal with this dark dish, Sheffield dared to make such a suggestion.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, with a dull thud, Sheffield collapsed to the ground.

José was standing behind him at this moment, his fists clenched tightly, his anger evident in his words.

"I can't stand it, I can't stand it," Jose shook his head. He glanced at Sheffield on the ground, then looked up at Koshei, noticing the transgression of his behavior. "Sorry, Godfather, I'm rude..."

"No, it's okay..."

Koshe closed the lid of the box and handed it to Iris beside him.

Iris took it subconsciously, then reacted and threw it away in disgust.

Finally, it fell to Sheffield.

"...Get him away quickly," Koshe held his forehead, waved his hands, and said to Jose, "I don't want to see him now..."

After the farce was over, everything returned to normal as José and another cadre worked together to carry Sheffield away.

"Okay, stop standing there like an idiot. Let's go back." Seeing that there was nothing important to do, Koshe dismissed everyone. "Take care of Syracuse. I don't want to see the people in dire straits when I return."

"Don't worry, Godfather," Loft glanced at Sheffield who was being carried away, and said meaningfully, "Everyone here has been through that time, and no one will slack off when it comes to family matters."

"In this case, I feel relieved."

Koshe nodded and agreed.

He knew what Loft was referring to. When the government purged the major families years ago, all the cadres present were the parties involved at that time.

"Then let's go too, Iris," Koshe looked at Iris, the victim and survivor at the time, and said, "It's already dark. The journey to Lateran is long, and we'll probably have to travel all night."

Chapter 27: Deja Vu

The border of Syracuse.

Because it is still winter, it is now completely dark, but the street lights are not yet turned on.

It is also because of this that the halos above the heads of the four Sakotas appear as bright as incandescent lamps in the dark night.

When Koshe and Iris reached the border in the dark, they saw car lights suddenly light up in front of them, and one of the drivers got out of the car and walked straight towards them.

"Godfather, you are here," it was Ou Ya. He did not have any dissatisfaction with the long wait, but turned his gaze from Koshe to Iris, "This..."

"iris."

Since Ou Ya and the others came to Syracuse, they had never learned their names, but only knew Koshe's surname, so Iris introduced herself.

"Is this Miss Iris the bodyguard that will accompany you on this trip?"

Koshe did not answer Ou Ya's question. He just walked past Ou Ya and stopped in front of the car.

"You have four people, and we have two." Looking at the car that was obviously not worth much, Koshe turned to look at Ou Ya and asked, "The car has five seats, how can we squeeze in?"

"Don't worry about this," Ou Ya said confidently when he saw Koshei was determined to get a ride. He walked to the car, opened the back door, and said to the two people inside, "Asa, Raphael, choose one of you to go to the trunk."

"Eh?"

Azazel made a puzzled sound, but before he could react, Raphael had swiftly thrown her musket to the back and climbed into the trunk.

"Is this all right, Godfather?"

Ou Ya stepped aside and motioned for Koshei and Iris to get in the car.

Koshe opened his mouth slightly. There were too many flaws in this operation, but he didn't know where to start.

But at least from this point it can be seen that this team of executors, including the elder Ou Ya, is not as professional as Xila's team.

Instead, it feels like an adult is bringing several children with him?

"Well, that's good."

However, Koshei did not embarrass Ou Ya anymore. He got into the back seat and sat in the middle seat. Iris followed closely behind and sat next to him.

Just like that, Koshei was caught between Iris and Azazel.

Ou Ya sat in the driving seat, put the car in reverse gear, looked back through the window, and slowly backed the car out.

"How long does it take to get from Syracuse to the Lateran?"

At this time, Koshei suddenly asked a question.

"If we leave now, we will arrive around 9 or 10 tomorrow morning," Ou Ya looked at his watch and asked, "Does Godfather have any schedule?"

"No, it's okay."

Koshe looked out the car window at Syracuse, where the street lights had just turned on. As the car drove on, it was getting farther and farther away from them.

With some uneasiness and worry, Koshei set out on the journey to Lateran.

At the same time, other countries invited to attend the International Conference also sent their representatives one after another.

Ursus, the current emperor, held a meeting with the nobles in the palace. They appointed a noble who was engaged in diplomatic activities all year round and his guards to go to Lateran.

Casimir, in the Supervisory Council, Grand Knight Ioletta Russell, the adopted mother of Candle Knight Viviana, had a dispute with Silver Spear Pegasus Lime. They finally chose to reject the proactive request of the Chamber of Commerce and the Knights Association, and appointed Ioletta's adopted daughter, the noble Viviana Droste, as Casimir's diplomatic representative.

In Yan State, the Supervisory Department established by the central government sent two inspectors to attend the International Conference.

Victoria, Tracy, who has already seized the real power of the country, decided to go to Lateran in person, but Hedley raised a very critical question, whether he would attend the meeting as the King of Kazdel or the ruler of Victoria. In the end, Tracy, regardless of the dissuasion of his soldiers, took a pardoner and set out on the journey.

Shelag, Enchiodis, the head of the Shivaash family, went abroad on business. The Perlochi family, as a stubborn conservative, refused to send representatives. In the end, only the Blantao family, with the tacit consent of Manzhuyuan, sent their deputy Yucatan and his wife and the patriarch's sister, Hulus Blantao, to conduct diplomacy.

In addition, countries such as Colombia, the East, and Letania also sent representatives to Lateran to attend the meeting.

Except for countries like Sami and Bolivar that were too far away to send personnel, all other countries, big and small, responded to Lateran's invitation, whether representatives or monarchs.

This shows that although Lateran is a small country, its credibility and prestige on this continent are still evident.

……

On the way to Rutland, the atmosphere in the car was eerily quiet.

It seemed that because of Koshei's status as the person sitting here, the few people didn't dare to say much and remained silent for a long time.

Until Azazel, who was sitting next to Koshei, couldn't help but speak out because of something.

"Um... Godfather," he deliberately moved to the outside so that he would not be too close to Koshei, his eyes a little evasive, "May I ask why you have been staring at me..."

That's right, ever since Syracuse left the visible range, Koshe's gaze shifted from outside the car to Azazel beside him.

Just kept watching and didn't say anything.

"what's your name?"

"Ah, Azazel..."

Azazel showed extreme uneasiness, seemingly due to having never been in such close contact with the leader of a country.

"Azazel..." Koshei savored the name carefully, as if recalling something. He asked thoughtfully, "Have we met somewhere before?"

"This is... unlikely, isn't it, Godfather?"

Azazel was a little overwhelmed by Koshei's question.

Regardless of whether they had met or not, Koshei's unpredictable thoughts and emotionless expression were enough to make Azazel, a young man who had to talk face to face with the monarch of his country for the first time away from his homeland, feel uneasy.

"It's like this, Godfather," just as Azazel was at a loss for words, Ou Ya, who was driving, noticed his embarrassment and came to his rescue, "Azazel is a native of Lateran. Due to some traditional reasons, these young people have never left Lateran, so naturally they should not have met you in Syracuse."

"Is this so..."

Looking at the profile of Azazel, a young man of the same age as himself, Koshei's doubts grew stronger.

His intuition was never wrong, and the sense of familiarity he felt when he first met Azazel was definitely not an illusion.

Even until now, he still felt that Azazel gave him a sense of déjà vu, but Ou Ya was right, because even Koshe himself was leaving Syracuse for the first time on this trip. It turned out that at least the two had never seen each other before.

With doubt in his heart, Koshei withdrew his gaze, and Azazel finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 28 Desert Scourge

At night, in a moving car, because of his recent busy schedule, Koshe chose to take a short nap on the way.

He leaned gently against the car seat and fell into a light sleep. Iris watched him quietly beside him, while being alert to the situation outside the car.

Azazel opened the car window, leaned his face against the window, and slowly closed his eyes. Raphael was sitting in the trunk, leaning back to back with Azazel across the seat. She was holding a musket, her head moving up and down as she dozed off.

Only Ou Ya, who was driving, and Ben Hong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, remained sober.

Both inside and outside the car were extremely quiet at the moment, with only the sound of the car engine making the sound.

Suddenly, the car body jolted violently, waking up the drowsy people.

"Eh? What happened?!"

Raphael subconsciously held the gun tightly and stood up. Her head hit the roof of the car, and the car body shook violently again. She didn't have time to steady her center of gravity, and fell down and hit Koshe's seat.

"what happens?"

The car was bumpy several times, and Raphael's collision woke Koshei up completely. He frowned and asked, because of the headache caused by being woken up.

"No...we don't know either." Ou Ya kept looking at the rearview mirror outside the car, hesitating whether to speed up. "It's too dark outside. I can see clearly what the headlights in front of me can reach, but the situation around me..."

"There seems to be something behind."

Iris observed the rear through the car window with her night vision which was far superior to that of the Sakota people. She said as she drew out a short knife.

Upon hearing this, Koshe grabbed the car window on the Iris side, leaned his head out slightly and looked back.

I saw small slopes constantly rising on the ground behind the car, chasing them closely at a speed comparable to that of the car.

"Long!"

At this moment, the car body shook violently again. Koshei held on to the window sill tightly to prevent himself from flying into the air. Iris also grabbed his arm with one hand to help him stabilize his body.

This time, however, Koshei learned the source of the turbulence.

It was that thing that was chasing them, sometimes fast enough to outpace the car, the dirt rising up under it like a speed bump, slowing them down.

He saw something emerge from the slope and then quickly disappear into the ground.

Suddenly, a whistling sound passed by Koshe's ears, so fast that he had no time to react. At the same time, a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Because he could feel that the whistling sound just now left a wound on his face.

"Uncle Ouya! Open the trunk door," Raphael made herself sit on the trunk cushion, she pulled the bolt and aimed forward, "No matter what it is, one magazine will solve it!"

"It makes sense."

Azazel also turned over, kneeling on the seat with one leg and the other leg against the front seat. He placed the long gun between the two headrests, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire.

"No, wait—" Koshei quickly turned his head back and was about to stop him, but when he heard the sound of the trunk door opening, he knew it was too late, so he quickly changed his words, "Hurry up and bend down! Hide behind the cushion!"

The first ones to react were Ou Ya and Ben Hong in the front seat, and Iris also lowered her head. Only Raphael and Azazel didn't have time to react.

Seeing the trunk door rising, Koshe quickly reached out and grabbed the collar of Raphael, who was ready to go. With a strong force, he pulled her to the back seat from above and protected her under his body. At the same time, he grabbed the back of Azazel's neck and pressed down.

"Whoosh-"